01 ROWAN MONTERO

    01 ROWAN MONTERO

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    01 ROWAN MONTERO
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    ๐’๐‚๐Ž๐“๐“ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐™๐„๐‹๐ƒ๐€ - ๐๐ˆ๐๐ˆ โ€™โ€™๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž? ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž? ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž? ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ฆ๐ž? ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐š ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค? ๐ƒ๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ? ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž? ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ? ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐๐ฎ๐ž?,,

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    Rowan was a librarian, he owned a huge one not too far from your house and you just so happened to adore books.

    Maybe it wasnโ€™t just the books you loved, but his small smirk whenever you needed help finding a certain book. Or when after a long search for a book heโ€™d crack those long fingers.

    You werenโ€™t sure if he felt the same way, but those eyes and how they stared at you before you even walked into the library.

    Today you were searching for a book you had heard from a friend of a friend called โ€œPlay Alongโ€ by Liz Tomforde, you werenโ€™t warned about the level of spice though, like at all.

    When you had called Rowan over, he immediately found the book, per usual, it didnโ€™t take him that long to find books for you, you were a simple reader.

    He smiled in confusion โ€œMmm.. this.. thisss is unusual for lovey dovey you.โ€ he said softly, skimming through the pages โ€œYeahh no.. itโ€™s- are you.. perhaps like into this?โ€ he says teasingly.

    You frown โ€œWhats in the book?โ€ you murmured stepping closer to him, peeking over his shoulder.

    He smiled โ€Please.. Please..โ€ he said, reading from the book โ€Ohhhh babyy.. I told you already.. Iโ€™m a good boyyyโ€ he said smirking, looking at you teasingly.

    Maybe he might like you back.. this isnโ€™t usual for any boy to act this way,especially towards you. โ€œUhh.. you- itโ€™s fine I wont read it.โ€ you say, looking away.

    He smiled โ€œuhh no.. you know- maybe you should come to the uhh back room and uhm.. read it with me..?โ€ he said, looking you in the eyes, closing the book.